The Bet

Yesterday afternoon, my boyfriend and I stopped by the library in his hometown on our way to dinner with his parents. As I am used to the library on campus, this library was beautiful - spacious, well lit, unusually organized but still rich with more selection than I'd seen in awhile. As expected, the result was like setting a spoiled six year old loose in a Toys-R-Us with her father's credit card. As I started to load my arms up with books, I told him that he was going to need to give me a limit if he didn't want to have to leave with a wheelbarrow. We agreed that four was a good number. So when I met him at the checkout desk with seven, he wasn't too surprised. However, he doesn't believe that I can finish all seven but the time the books need to be returned on March 26th. And so we set a little wager.

If I finish all seven books by the 26th, I win a dinner out of my choice (which will most likely involve tortilla soup). If I don't, then I have to pay for the meal, and he gets to choose the venue. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me. Poor boy. He has no idea what he's getting himself into.